NOW AND FOREVER by LilAsia (lilasia@juno.com) Chapter 1 - Facing the Music It was quiet: no wind, no storm, no noise from any act of God. The silence was not unnatural, but tonight, the silence seemed to be born out of expectation. Then again, Juuban was a small neighborhood. It was a different story in the city where there was life around the clock. It was a different story just a few moments ago, when five girls in short skirts had fought, and defeated, a dangerous creature. The people of Juuban were asleep and dreaming sweet dreams, confident of their safety. Really, the only people out at this time of the night were the outcasts of society (for lack of a better term). Even those wanting to sit with their lovers and gaze at the moon had gone home hours before. It was two in the morning. They walked slowly towards her house. They couldn't have walked faster if they wanted to, anyway. The fight had drained them. He supposed he could have gone home himself, but he wanted to make sure that she didn't collapse on her way home. She was so pale and haggard. So delicate, as if she could shatter to a million pieces in front of his very eyes. He didn't want to let her slip from him. She was too precious to him. Slowly, they approached her darkened porch. "Well, we're here," she sighed, tiredly. She was disappointed that he would have to go now, but she knew that if she didn't get some rest she would eventually faint. 'Oh, well,' she thought, 'all things must come to an end, I suppose. Hey, the faster I go in, the faster I can go to sleep and see him again tomorrow...' She smiled. 'But... this is nice.' "Thanks for walking me home." "I wanted to make sure you didn't fall asleep somewhere in the street," he said, smiling. He knew she would have. That enemy had taken them longer than usual to defeat. He knew how much energy had been drained out of her, using the Ginzuishou after a rude awakening from a much needed sleep. She had barely been sleeping in her efforts to improve her school grades so he could be proud of her. This was her first night of rest and it was ruined. Well, that's the story of her life. He was sorry he couldn't do it for her. The fighting. But only she could do it. He would have carried her given the option, but she had refused, pointing out that he was tired also and that he might suddenly drop her from fatigue. "Oh, you!" He gave her a quick kiss, and she sighed into his arms and leaned against his chest. He held her for a moment. This was good, he decided. It felt good to hold her. It was a miracle, really, that they had found each other in the first place. He had not cared for life, one way or the other, until he met her. It scared him at first how he could feel so much for a person that he had not known for long. He had resorted to creating a light environment between them. He had teased her mercilessly. The revelation that they had been together before had been a shock to him. He did not know how to respond to her enthusiasm. But she did not expect too much from him; she had not been demanding. And over time, he found that it no longer scared him to be this close to a person. He had never been happier than when she had accepted his proposal the year before... The year Galaxia had taken him away from her. He smiled when he noticed her heavy breathing. He gently nudged her. "Hey, what would your parents say if they found you out here sleeping in my arms?" he said. She blinked at him. "I'm--" she started to apologize, smiling. There was a short flicker and they were bathed in light. They froze. "Yes, what _would_ we say?" her father asked, leaning against the doorframe of the now opened door. Her mother was standing beside him, a look of anger and disappointment in her eyes. She had gone to check on her daughter before she went to sleep. Her daughter had not been in bed. The window had been open. They feared that she might have gotten kidnapped right in their own house. They knew that an incident like that was not too unusual. There had been many reports on the news. But here she was now, on their porch, in the arms of a young man. "Dad.... Mom...." she whispered, terrified. She had gotten caught. She scanned her thoughts frantically for an excuse, but found none. "I'm sorry, Ts---" "So that's where you've been lately, daughter of mine?" her father interrupted. "Sneaking out in the middle of the god-forsaken night to be with this- this--" "NO!" "Tell me. What would a virtuous young woman be doing out in the middle of the night?" he asked, eyeing her rumpled pajamas. He was not thinking happy thoughts just now. The scene had a suspicious air to it. Where had she been? "Mom, please... please listen," she appealed. She knew that her father disliked anybody who showed an interest in his daughter. He would never listen to reason. Her mother might listen, though. She had been quite encouraging in introducing Mamoru to the family. "No," her mother said with a steely voice. She felt betrayed. She trusted Usagi to have a relationship that followed decorum. She didn't expect her daughter to go running off in the middle of the night. There was no reason for Usagi to run out in the middle of the night just to _meet_him. She had not been forbidden to see him. She looked at the young man on her porch, "You. What have you been doing with my daughter? I thought you would be trustworthy." He shifted his stance. He knew that they would forbid their relationship. He didn't want to lose Usagi. She was his only salvation. The only reason for living. They had been careless in their actions. They had forgotten that after the fight, Sailor Moon had a family who did not know what she did and would worry about her. Ikuko shifted her gaze towards her errant child, "I never thought you would do this. My sweet, innocent little girl. But you aren't any longer, are you?" "What? No! You don't understand!" she shouted at her parents. She had just crossed the line. She'd never yelled before. It had always been one of the biggest unspoken rules of the house. She bit her lip. But they were thinking the worst of her. Did they really think she would just go out and.. Then, again, she couldn't give them a simple reason for being out like this. "What don't we understand? What are we supposed to expect when our daughter runs off in the middle of the night and returns at two in the morning, with a guy, no less!" "No! That's not it!" she shouted once more. 'They're not listening,' she thought. 'They won't listen. What should I do?' "So you've learned to answer back to us? You think you're grown up now, now that you're in high school? You think you can take care of yourself now, do you? Do you know how dangerous it is out there?" her mother once again looked at the young man who was holding her daughter tightly. "Mom! I know how dangerous it is out there! I know how---" she broke off and looked at Mamoru, her eyes welling up with tears that she refused to let fall. "Mamo-chan, should we tell them? Should we tell them what's going on?" She didn't know how else to explain this. She knew they would never forgive her for running off. But she also knew that aside from explaining all the events that have taken place, she wouldn't be able to give an excuse. Telling them that she had sneaked out to be with her boyfriend would definitely NOT redeem her in their eyes. It would have been easier. But it was worse. It would be held against her for as long as she lived. Besides, she couldn't lie anymore. She was tired. Her parents froze. "Yes, tell us," Kenji said, frozen. And they waited to hear the worst. They braced themselves against the confession that she was not a little girl anymore, not in any way. Mamoru looked down at her, and sighed. He wanted to protect her from all this. But what's done is done. "You must do what you think is right. It is your right to tell and their right to know." That was probably easier said than done, as most things go. He felt a little relieved that this would never have to happen to him; he would never have to be afraid about what his parents might think about his activities. But as he thought this, he felt a pang of longing. No, he didn't have a family to tell. He shook himself. He wasn't the one at issue here. She needed his support. He rubbed her shoulders. She smiled at him weakly and looked back at her nervous parents. "Mom, Dad, I'm..." She gulped. Moment of truth. 'Hey, why am I so nervous?' she thought. 'They'd get a kick out of this. Their klutzy, irresponsible daughter is actually a superheroine...'"I'm Sailor Moon. Mom. Dad." 'Then again, what if they don't think it's all right..' She waited fearfully for their response. There was silence. It seemed as if a world had been destroyed and recreated as eternity passed. The night remained still. Mamoru squeezed her shoulders as they waited for her parents' response. Her mother laughed ironically, bitterly. "And this is the best.... excuse.. you can come up with? That you're Sailor Moon? In case you've forgotten, we weren't born yesterday. Now why should we believe that?" "Because, Mom, I am Sailor Moon. You have to believe me!" she replied hysterically. She knew this would happen, but she had hoped it wouldn't. She had hoped that her response would be accepted. Reality never lives up to people's expectations. "Do you think I would say that as an.. as an EXCUSE? That would be a pretty lame excuse, wouldn't it? Why don't I just say that Mamo-chan rescued me from aliens?!" 'Which,' she thought absently,'isn't exactly lying either.'"It's pretty outrageous to be lying about, isn't it?! It's not an excuse, Mom!" Her parents stared at her. Then they shifted their gaze towards Mamoru. He didn't seem fazed by the revelation. Rather, he seemed concerned by her condition. "And you believe this, too, Chiba-san?" Mamoru looked at them steadily. "How could I not believe the truth?" Shock was registered on their faces. They had not expected this answer. Actually, they didn't even expect _one_. The first thought that came to their mind was that they had no conception of reality. The second thought was that _he_ had somehow convinced their daughter to believe that she was Sailor Moon. "Oh, kami-sama," Ikuko whispered. She pulled Usagi away from him. "What have you done to my daughter?! Usagi! What has he done to you?!" "Mamo-chan," she whispered, fearfully. Ikuko looked at her daughter sharply. She seemed to be suffering from the implied separation. She was shocked. Her daughter sounded so... old? Was that the word she was looking for? It just seemed as if their relationship was deeper than most, and that scared her. Usagi was too young. She was too young for something like this. Mamoru gazed at Ikuko steadily. "I have done nothing to your daughter, Tsukino-san." "Then why does she think she's Sailor Moon?!" Kenji demanded. It was ridiculous, really. He knew that Usagi had always wanted to be like the heroine. Perhaps she had began to live in a fantasy world where she could be perfect. She had admitted many times that she wished she could live up to her parent's expectations and be perfection herself. Perhaps she had begun to believe that she WAS the heroine. "Because I AM! I AM Sailor Moon! Do I have to prove it to you?" Usagi jumped away from them. She took out her compact and opened it, revealing the Ginzuishou. "Usako, you're tired... You shouldn't...." Mamoru started. Her parents stared at the jewel and Ikuko exclaimed, "Where did you get that? Usagi, tell me! Where did you get that?! Did you steal--" "Oh, geez, Mom, no!" she interrupted. The Ginzuishou flashed briefly as the moonlight touched it. It was of pure crystal in the shape of a rose in bloom. Its intricate detail made it seem as though it held life. It put all the glass smiths to shame. They gazed at it amazedly, yet at the same time worriedly. "It was.... a gift." "From who?" Ikuko asked, confused. "That is too.... priceless to just give away." "It was handed down to me. An heirloom of my family." "We have nothing like that in our family, nor your father's." "It was from my mother," she replied, gazing at the jewel. Kenji looked at Ikuko. "Not from me. I have never given you such a jewel." "No.. I mean my mother. My other one." Ikuko stared at her fearfully. "Oh, Kenji, what has happened to her?" she whispered. "What is wrong with her? She won't claim us as her parents anymore. Is she a part of a cult? Is she--" "Mom! You ARE my parents... my real mother, my real father... but..." She bit her lip, 'How am I going to explain this? Kami-sama, what do I do?' She did the first thing that came to her... She held out the jewel. They were startled, but thinking that she meant for them to take it from her, they slowly reached out. Usagi shook her head. She stepped back as they let their hands drop. Quietly, she whispered the words that would change her. It was no time for over-dramatization. "Moon Crystal Power." Her parents stared as she transformed, squinting against the overwhelming brightness that seemed as if it should blind them. "Tuxedo Kamen," she called. Her parents turned to Mamoru. They had almost forgotten he was there. But Mamoru wasn't there... Instead they saw a man in formal attire and a mask.. "No... No... This isn't happening," her mother muttered, putting her hand up to her forehead. "Kenji...." Kenji stared at his daughter.. no, Sailor Moon... who was leaning tiredly against Tuxedo Kamen. She lifted her head up to look at her parents again. "You wanted to know who gave me the crystal?" She raised the Ginzuishou up as an offering to the moon. The moon recognized its mistress and shone on them directly. The Ginzuishou answered with a glow from within itself. "See how the moon recognizes it, Mom, Dad? It comes from the heart of her chosen. My mother and I, we _are_ of the chosen." Kenji opened his mouth to ask a question, but he closed it again as it fled away. He couldn't think of anything to say. Finally, he blurted out, "Why? Why were you chosen?" "We are direct descendants of her Eldest. The line of the Eldest has forever guarded her domain against chaos and destruction. And that being so, we are the appointed guardians," a voice came out from behind the transformed couple. They all turned as one. A silver drop of light kissed the earth and a wash of light revealed a woman who, they could have sworn, had not been there before... A lady with pure white hair done up in a style similar to Usagi's. Kenji shook his head. How they had overlooked the strange woman's presence was uncanny. She was practically glowing. "Mother," the heroine whispered. Ikuko turned blankly towards Usagi.. no, not Usagi, Sailor Moon... to say something. However, Sailor Moon was not looking at her. She was looking at the other woman. The lady smiled gently. "Daughter." One simple world. Ikuko's world crashed. This woman was claiming her daughter. By what grounds did she have to claim Usagi? Usagi was _her_ daughter, not that white-haired lady's. The glowing being took a step towards the young couple and held out her arms. Tuxedo Kamen relinquished his grasp from his beloved. Sailor Moon couldn't hold her composure any longer. She was so tired. Her emotions were in a turmoil; it threatened to eat her up. Her tears spilled and she embraced the woman. Ikuko couldn't believe it. No, this couldn't be her Usagi, she thought to deny. Usagi was her little girl who ran to _her_ for comfort. This... Sailor Moon... she was not Usagi. She couldn't be. She was of another world. But her heart would not close against the truth. Her heart called out to this girl. Her vision blurred. She looked grown up. Her baby was not evident in the heroine's figure. As Sailor Moon embraced the woman, she was enveloped by the same light, her flowing white dress waving against a non-existent wind. "Endymion," the white haired woman nodded to the man in black armor... Kenji and Ikuko absently wondered how Chiba had changed his clothes so quickly... And why did he have such a heavy sword? They felt as if their brains were about to explode. "Queen Serenity!" a voice exclaimed as a black cat streaked past the stunned pair to the white-haired woman. Kenji blinked, then automatically reached out to his fainting wife lest she slump to the ground. "Serenity, I think we better take your parents inside."